cold hands
holding the beauty of the world in a snow globe
lightly sparkles fall...
trailing paths to heavens hopes

tiny tornadoes
wisp into trickling spirals
soothing the saddest of souls to lofty whirls
dainty spins of bliss
capturing the tiniest
the ones that fall through the cracks
everyday,
this place where angels sleep

Here is where I dream,
this place that tastes of sugar,
that smells of warm fire embers,
Here is where I wait,
here is where
i
wait

I haven't watched enough TV and have too much goo in my brain... and am thankful DP that you slapped some of it out of my ears... so, yes, this is dull and effortless... lol... but it took all of 10 min to write... I suppose I need to dig a little deeper if I wana play with the big boys... and... I now live on a tall cold mountain... hence the snow globe... suppose the next post is a bit less guarded... but like I said... JUST NOT ENOUGH TV watching for me these days... I've become a spinster overworked, underpaid teacher... need to watch more TV for certain!

You noticed I have been on hiatus for an extended period This is because I had a lot of TV shows to catch up. Thankfully the internet lets one do that now. The downside is I am a bit rusty when it comes to reviewing poetry. Who would have thunk it three years of TV and my brain almost rusted to a stop.

Now tell me how is it a Floridian has decided to write about snow globes?
I mean gosh you have such beautiful swamps down there to inspire you.
Dang it my brain is starting to work and I don't know if I can trust it.

First stanza second line
Depending on how I think about it (a world) or our world or even my world
are all contenders in fact I like my word in a snow globe best. It fits better
with the end of the poem.

Just getting it all clear in my mind.
The tiniest are souls saved from the cracks by the dainty tornadoes.
The angels sleep in these cracks? Makes sense, then if the dainty tornadoes
miss any souls the angels are there to rescue them.

I am worried about the fire. If you are dreaming and therefore not paying proper attention the fire might get out of hand. This could melt all of the snow. You are in a closed environment. If the snow melts will there be sufficient dry land left to survive upon?
Is there enough wood to build a raft? The water will put the fire out and you should be safe enough until the temperature drops and it starts snowing again.

Then in the end you are waiting for the end the time when it will be time to follow the path of hope for the last time.

It is bit of hopeful verse, however the tone is wistful which is ok. Its just that I remember the bouncing vigor of older works those are the ones I need. Something to light my way through the darker days of winter.

Its good to have you back I hope you have time to stay. I am on small vacation from work I return this Wednesday. At which point I will only be home weekends. But now that I am caught up with TV I will be available on weekends.